Naturally

I'm awake at four oh seven a.m. Of course I am, what better way to spend the wee hours than wide the fuck awake in bed. One of those rare nights when the insomnia gerbils left the depression hamsters behind which is, truthfully, a nice change, considering they've been here mucking about since Jan. 1 and being general nuisance emotional rodents. Those imaginary little shits.

If sleep does not dig in its heels soon, a puzzling I may go. 

Why don't I sleep? Because I blog. I think too much. The internal orchestra is out of tune. Or playing the 1812. Maybe I'm afraid of sleep. Of nightmares. Of missing something. Of seeing those dreamscapes so quickly turned to the Hell of Constantine.

Or maybe I've had too many beans this week, and I'm afraid I'll fart the cat out of bed.

Stay warm. Avoid Dutch ovening your loved ones. Remember: tomorrow is all new- every tomorrow forever.